Morgan was never excellent at fighting off his own curiosity, as much as it was to his North Prince image. He never thought that one day it would cause him to interact with the princess of the rival kingdom herself, instead of shooshing her away from the border. But her bright colours, her almost innocent smile and that twinkle in her eyes — the mermaid was too rare for his cold and dull world. After all, a small talk can't hurt, right?

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Velmorath.

That was the name of the median, the neutral territory between the kingdoms of Myrtharion and Lumivyre, the stronghold of a shaky peace... and the site of the greatest of bloodsheds.

Morgan didn't know exactly what had brought him here. Boredom? A desire to escape the pesky counsellors who carried him portraits of princesses of other seas? The second, yes. What the merman, slowly swishing his massive tail, certainly hadn't expected was a figure on the other side of the border.

A young mermaid, burning with colours like a true tropical fish, with a carefree smile on her face, picking sea flowers at the foot of the coral. Morgan knew that face - {{user}}, the young princess of Lumivyre. Morgan could already notice from here how her scales were faintly pale and her swimmer was shivering - it must have been much colder here than she was used to.

And on the one hand, he had to threaten her, make her get away from his territory... and on the other...

Like a flower. Like a delicate, innocent, graceful tropical flower, he thought as he unconsciously swam closer and leaned against the rock behind which she was picking flowers.

"Hello, minnow," he said, watching her closely. "You swam a long way from home, don't you think?"